Nigeria, Aug. 31 -- While at the university in 1993, I caught a profound vision of leaving Nigeria for America, obviously for a better life, as we would often describe it. At that time, I was actively serving the Lord under the leadership of a great ministry led by a father in the faith. This was a silent season of hidden labours in my life. I was like a madman for God. I never missed a Sunday service. I never missed a mid-week service. I was so madly in love with God that, on days when I had no money for transportation, I would walk to church and still be the first to arrive for services. We would finish our church conferences at 11:30 p.m., and I would walk back home in the thick darkness of the night, crossing dangerous bridges and nei...